The approaching momentum is domineering and mighty.
Like a raging gust of wind, it is unstoppable.
In just an instant, Fan Hu and Zheng Xinjia had already escaped from the encirclement.
He was repelled on the spot by a sharp sword energy.
A flush suddenly appeared on Fan Hu's face.
He looked at the burly figure showing his figure not far away, and said in disbelief:
"Xue Wangxing?!"
The one who appeared in front was the captain of the Ninth Corps,
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